Stormy PoeticJustice

In the arms of an Angel,

I will find peace.

Far from the pain

of a meaningless existence.

One day of joy brings

three days of suffering;

An endless cycle.

The carousel spins too fast, and

I wanted a horse –

not a sleigh.

Here’s my chance

to jump off.

I might skin my knee

when I land,

but at least

I’ll be off.

In the arms of an angel

far away from here.